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It is of course a cage, a prison, where in bees see a sight to weep as torture is met out with light hand.
Or perhaps not bees but whales, who see a wicked sight as their stores burn, but not their stock. Never the stuck, but the scum indeed.
Or perhaps not whales but trees, under a little pressure, in a bind, with the heat applied, to find little use when thoroughly dried. A little use begrudged, for it’s brutal to awaken these dried trees; ‘cause blackness makes all men equal.
Bees, whales, and trees only suffer Demeter; her brother is welcome.
He doesn’t haven wolves, girls in hoods, or hoods themselves.
Damn you, allergies! I sleep in my mind, and the body follows suit, reluctanly. Stupid anti histamines. Must get some with more potent, yet less sleepness associated
Gaming has been strange lately. It seems that I'm unable to arrange anything that sticks and runs for more than a few months, at best, or a session, at worst. This reoccuring phenomona seems to hinder any project thrown it's way, though I do spend a large amount of time engrossed in the project that is thinking about campaigning.
Anywho, I really want to run something, anything, that will last. So this is an open plea to to all of my friends out there. I am looking for people who are willing to commit some tme for a bit of gaming. Let me know who and where you are, and we will set something up.
Hurray... hurrah... so tired. So sleepy.